Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the FirstPercy Society, 1841 |
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... thin hap is on . Hap that hathel hath hent , with hende let in halle , Selthe be hem sent in londe of levedis alle . IX . [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] MOSTI ryden by Rybbesdale , Wilde wymmen forte wale , ant welde wuch ich wolde ; Founde were ...
... thin hap is on . Hap that hathel hath hent , with hende let in halle , Selthe be hem sent in londe of levedis alle . IX . [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] MOSTI ryden by Rybbesdale , Wilde wymmen forte wale , ant welde wuch ich wolde ; Founde were ...
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... thin ys . ant fare ase foreward wees . zef y may betere beode , To mi latere leode , to leve nam y nout lees , To alle that ever hider eode , To do to day my neode , ichulle be wraththe - lees . " This world me wurcheth wo , Roo - les ...
... thin ys . ant fare ase foreward wees . zef y may betere beode , To mi latere leode , to leve nam y nout lees , To alle that ever hider eode , To do to day my neode , ichulle be wraththe - lees . " This world me wurcheth wo , Roo - les ...
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... thin , Undo myn herte ant liht ther - yn , Ant wite me from fendes engyn . Suete Jhesu , my soule fode , Thin werkes bueth bo suete ant gode , Thou bohtest me upon the rode , For me thou sheddest thi blode . Suete Jhesu , me reoweth ...
... thin , Undo myn herte ant liht ther - yn , Ant wite me from fendes engyn . Suete Jhesu , my soule fode , Thin werkes bueth bo suete ant gode , Thou bohtest me upon the rode , For me thou sheddest thi blode . Suete Jhesu , me reoweth ...
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... Thin hondy werk nult thou lete , that thou wel zerne sohtest . Wel ichot , ant soth hit ys , That in this world nys no blys , bote care , serewe , ant pyne ; Tharefore ich rede we wurchen so , That we mowe come to the joye withoute fyne ...
... Thin hondy werk nult thou lete , that thou wel zerne sohtest . Wel ichot , ant soth hit ys , That in this world nys no blys , bote care , serewe , ant pyne ; Tharefore ich rede we wurchen so , That we mowe come to the joye withoute fyne ...
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... thin heorte blode ; Love thou madest oure soule fode , Thi love us brohte to alle gode . Jhesu , mi lemman , thou art so fre That thou dezedest for love of me ; Whet shal y tharefore zelde the ? Thar nys noht bote hit love be . Jhesu ...
... thin heorte blode ; Love thou madest oure soule fode , Thi love us brohte to alle gode . Jhesu , mi lemman , thou art so fre That thou dezedest for love of me ; Whet shal y tharefore zelde the ? Thar nys noht bote hit love be . Jhesu ...
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179 ページ - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
84 ページ - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
132 ページ - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
27 ページ - The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary ; And I pray you, my masters, be merry Quot estis in convivio. Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes domino.
63 ページ - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
5 ページ - Then came the Holy One, blessed be He ! And killed the Angel of Death, That killed the butcher, That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid That my father bought For two pieces of money: A kid, a kid.
95 ページ - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
46 ページ - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
64 ページ - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
9 ページ - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?